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       My jiangshi got off of me. I was surprised at how something so dull and stiff as a board would be able to do...that. She sat herself down on my floor, leaned up against the wall with her head back. I picked up my clothes and I was surprised at how well she handled the fabrics. There were no tears or stretches anywhere.

 

       As I put my gloves on, I watched her breathing heavily on the floor. Her joints started to thin out a bit and her veins popped out of her skin briefly. She tilted her head back and sighed. "That was fun, Master," she smiled. Her words weren't slurred and she turned her head to face me. Clearly she wasn't so stiff anymore, and it seems her intelligence went up as well. She picked her talisman off the ground which had accidentally fallen off during the fun, and she looked at it. Then she looked up at me. "What else can I assist you with?"

 

       "I need you to be my medical assistant. But, uh, what do you mean 'what else?'" I asked referring to how Xuan asked the jiangshi to do what she just did, not me.

 

        "Well obviously you made me to be your sex partner," she laughed, "Who doesn't revive a jiangshi except to be his sex partner?"

 

       I looked away and then stammered, "O-obviously not me," I gave a fake laugh and hoped that'd be the end of it. I turned back to my clothes to let her know I wasn't wanting more.

 

       "Oh my," she put her hand over her mouth, "I'm sorry, this must be really awkward for you." She stood up and walked over to me. She gave me a nice surprise by hugging me from behind in a very tight embrace. "I'll make sure to take things nice and slow for you."

 

       "Right," I began as I tried to get out of her grip, "Well right now you and I have a lot of work to do curing patients." I looked down at her hands and saw her glowing fingernails. "Why are your fingers glowing?"

 

       She hugged me tighter. "Magic. I can make you want me," she said as she pressed her fingernails lightly against my skin, "and I can make minions out of women." She turned me around and grinned, "And I can also scratch deep into things that want to hurt my master."

 

        I wasn't sure how well she'd actually turn out as my assistant after hearing that, especially with how the sick like to walk towards me in a way that could either be hostile or desperate. "Well, a few conditions then. No scratching people. Also no scratching me, especially when we're working."

 

       She unhanded me and stood straight and tall, the top of her head even with my nose. "Got it! So what do we do to begin?"

 

       "First you're going to fix what you caused by helping me get dressed," I told her.

 

        She smiled and blushed as she looked away. "Alright." She handed me my belt when I had my cloak on, and then my hood. After that I made sure my mask was filled with flowers and put it on. My jiangshi yelped when she saw me in my mask with no skin showing, and my hood emphasizing my round head. "You look like some kind of bird-man! Are you sure this is what you should be wearing? A really sick person might die of terror if you walk into their house."

 

       I put on my flat brimmed hat and faced her. "Of course. I need all this. My black cloak and gloves and hood are dipped in wax to keep the bad smells that carry the disease off my clothes so I don't carry it around. And my mask is long like this to hold flowers and sweet smelling things. The air holes are way on the tip, and between those and my nose are flowers so I don't get the disease by breathing in the bad smells."

 

        "Wow," she said with her mind recovering from being blown, "so that's how disease works. Do I get a fancy costume, too?"

 

        "No."

 

        "Why not? What if I get sick, too?"

 

        "You won't because you're undead. You don't have a living body for the disease to take hold of. Plus you don't even breathe."

 

        "Who says I don't breathe?"

 

        I responded by grabbing and pinching her nose shut. She stared at my fingers in confusion for a few moments and then looked up at me with her look of absolutely no idea of how to respond. "W-what are you doing?" she finally asked.

 

        I responded by putting my finger over her lips and calmly shushing her. We both stood for a few moments like this until I let go. "See? If you breathed you'd be gasping for air."

        Her response was to grumble in irritation, but she seemed eager to help me out. I grabbed my jiangshi's wrist just like she grabbed mine earlier, and I pulled her out of the building. "Oh, also," I began, "Why are you acting like a normal person now?"

       Despite my small shovel, it didn't take long to reach the first body.

 

By now it had rotted and the boils on the skin had deflated, but I could see the scars they left behind. Its clothes were still intact, so it wasn’t a very old cadaver.

 

I picked it up and pulled it out of the dirt to make it easier on my assistant. Moving onto the next grave, I began digging again. This body was still rotted, albeit not as bad as the last. I could make out the scars from his boils, and his skin wasn't so distorted.

 

Each body was fresher than the last, and it became evident that Xao's villagers buried the deceased progressively farther from the village in this line. The last body I dug up only looked a few days old, and I was extra careful not to get any fluids from this one on me. I helped my assistant load it into the cart, and then we both pulled it to where Gungtu suggested: up the mountain where the winds are strong, to carry the bad air away from Xao. The only thing different was that I made my assistant go back home as we passed the town. He wasn't well as it was, anyway. The priest and I continued up the mountain for what seemed like hours.

 

As per my rules, the priest wasn't allowed to pull the wagon or touch the bodies since he didn't have any protection against the ailment. In fact, he was very sure to keep a healthy distance between himself and me with the cadavers. With each step up the mountain, the wagon became heavier and heavier against my tiring muscles, and I began to secretly regret not letting the priest help me.

 

Finally we made it to a high point on the mountain where the wind was sufficient. With my long cloak acting as a sail, I found it hard to not fall over. The priest seemed to do just fine, however, with his robe tightly bound to him by a belt and a band on each of his wrists and ankles.

 

He looked at me when we stopped. I could still see in his eyes that he wasn't used to my garb, and probably never will be. I nodded to him as I set the wagon chocks to keep it from rolling back down the mountain. He produced a book from his pouch - a holy book I assumed - and began to read the deceased their rites in a language I didn't know.

 

I grabbed a body and pulled it out of the cart. I could see the boils on its face, a telltale sign of the plague my people brought here. I pulled the body to a hole the workers dug for the bodies while I dug them out of their graves. I placed the body into the hole and went back to the wagon to get the next one. It was getting dark, and my mask was already hard enough to see out of in the daylight, but at least I was almost done. 

 

One by one I unloaded the bodies from the cart and drug them to the fire pit. The priest continued reading the rites for each body as I carried them. When I placed the last body, I started charging my magic. Since I couldn't remove my gloves, I had to concentrate much harder than normal to create fire outside my gloves. Before the fires lit up, I noticed the mist thickening around our little fire pit as the sun had set and the temperatures dropped. [looks at river, sees lighted boats on the water through the thickening mist]

 

With both palms pointed at the bodies, fire began to burn the air around my gloved hands until there was enough that I could fire at the bodies. Within seconds I had set the fire pit ablaze, and I calmed my magic. I turned around to stand with the priest. I didn't want the wax on my clothes to melt off.

 

The priest stared at me, I assume because I was able to use magic without harming my gloves. I nodded once at him since speaking to him was out of the question. I took my place next to him, but I was careful to keep a meter or so between us for his safety. As I walked away from my growing fire, I noticed a few lights in the river through the mist. Obviously they were boats, but I was certain I didn’t see any boats or rafts in Xao. I looked at the priest, but I knew he wouldn’t be able to tell me anything about it. Instead, I inspected my gloves to make sure they weren't damaged, but it was unlikely they were, being that I was a Goidelic wizard.

 

Most Goidelic mages could use magic better than anyone not trained in the Goidel Islands, thanks to our ancestors' gathering arcane knowledge from their Elven slave masters before rebelling and escaping to the archipelago to begin anew. Elves, while rarely encountered, were formidable foes in the arcane, but nearly any other humans were no match, save for the exceptional divine-blessed hero, but even then it was unlikely for a Goidelic mage to fight a hero.

 

The priest watched the burning bodies for a while with me, but soon he spoke to get my attention, even though I couldn't understand him. He pointed to himself and then down the mountain in the direction of Xao, and I understood that he was going home. I nodded once and briefly waved to let him know he was free to go.

 

The pyre was burning nicely for a long time, carrying its smoke high into the mists surrounding the mountain, and I looked down the mountain at Xao. The town's lights could barely be seen through the mists, and I looked for the mysterious collection of lights embedded in the forest across the river. I looked again for the lights on the river, but they weren't there as I had assumed. I looked back at Xao just as a thick cloud moved in front of it, and then back to the pyre. I was nearly ready to go, but not before dousing myself in very sweet-smelling perfume, just to be safe.

 

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